It was the Gay Pride parade yesterday, and I completely forgot. The joys of living in Brooklyn is sometimes you miss the big things in Manhattan. I missed a parade of Gays/Lesbian and etc. parading down the street. Loud music playing. Throwing beads into the audience.
This reminds me - a couple of years ago I went to the Gay Pride Parade with a friend of mine. We ran into this hottie from high school who turned out to be gay. Anyway. We are standing on the sidewalk. All of a sudden beaded necklaces are heading are way. It hits one woman in the eye. All the people surrounding her are mumbling, "Oww. Shit. Ugh. OW". All of them attacked. It was hilarious.
Anyway - missed the parade. The only reason I knew about it was because all the lesbians were coming back home. We have a large lesbian community. We have a large baby carriage community. We have a large lesbians with baby carriages community. Anyway - I noticed the pride colored clothing. Women wrapped around each other. Apparently refusing to let go for a second. Even if someone is headed their way. I saw this one woman with a pride flag tank top, and short shorts. It was cute, but on her body it didn't work.
I am not a source of fashion. I have my jeans, t-shirt, flip flops and I am good to go. If I am on the subway I am looking around and thinking, "Oh honey, that doesn't work." Here is my biggest pet peeve. Women in tight tight jeans, and short tops. Here is the problem- the fat is overflowing on the jeans. They don't seem to have a problem with exposing the fact that their jeans don't fit.
My biggest problem when it comes to going out - is what do I feel comfortable in? If you live in New York - you are competing against hot women. You want to look like a hot woman. You want your guy to think, "I am with a hot woman."
I won in that respect one night. We are walking down the street and some random guy says, "You are a lucky man". This made his day as he quickly repeated the comment to me.
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